He laughed at her. “It’s no matter. You’re a very young woman, aren’t you? I can tell from your voice. Well, you don’t want to wander further with an Irish adventurer, do you?”
“I can’t help myself.”
“Let’s get down to facts. You quarreled.”
“Hardly that. I tell you it’s a silly business. A drunk young man—a vicious girl who chanced to be my hostess said things. So I walked out of her house. I can’t go back without crawling back, can I?”
“No—you can’t go back if you’d have to crawl. But where else can you go? Haven’t you some friend—some intimate?”
“No—I can’t disturb families at this hour—and I only know people here a little.”
“Isn’t there perhaps some single lady? Some unmarried woman to whom you could turn? At this hour of the night it may be easier, you know, than at dawn. And you’re dressed for the evening. Of course we might go back to my hotel. Let’s see—a motor accident might do. No—that would involve things. You’re sure you don’t know some discreet spinster?”
She thought.
“I’ve only been here three weeks. Only perhaps Miss Duffield—?”
He started.